Nostalgic

2026.05.16

"It's quite nostalgic, you know."

Ivan flicked his ear as he heard her voice, trying his best not to look at Jane as she was changing right behind him. Normally, he wouldn't bat an eye to a naked woman in front of him, having grown so accustomed to such a sight over the years, and Jane, despite her gorgeous motherly curves and a chest that he'd more than love to rest his head on tonight, was no different. And while normally she'd also invite him to enjoy the show, this time she insisted to keep it a surprise. But she was still a woman, a mature one at that, one that loved receiving such attention from a man half her age, so she couldn't help but slowly and seductively take every single piece of her clothing off as if he was still watching her, playfully tossing it towards him after she did and wondering how much teasing he'll endure before the hungry wolf finally pounced on her.

"Nostalgic?" he finally broke the silence, trying to distract himself from a piece of lingerie that flew by his head.

"Well, we certainly don't get as much snow back where I'm from," her voice sounded longing, almost regretful to some extent about the choices she was forced to make. "Most of the year it's just mist and constant rain. It would get tiresome after a while, wouldn't you agree?"

This is something he rarely thought about. Snow, which covered the vast lands of Belsev for almost two thirds of the year, was cold and heavy, burying everything underneath it and being seen more as a nuisance by anyone from this parts, but was also a complete novelty to some people. Some students he met at the University told him that they'd never even seen snow before, and were quick to find out how it wasn't just a pretty powder that gently covered the surrounding landscapes and local architecture.

"So, we celebrate it! And, as it also marks the end of our year, it is quite the occasion for us," her voice became more cheerful as she went on. "A time to spend with your family, reflect on the year... And, of course, exchange presents."

"Doesn't sound too different from what we celebrate here."

"A-ha-ha, well, quite. Still, it is a few months apart, isn't it? That alone would make it feel very different."

"Hmm". While the calendar he was used to didn't differ too much from what they used in the west, he rarely considered that it could be split up so differently. While the dates themselves lined up, the meaning behind them often didn't.

"At least, it took me a while to adjust to it. It was an especially important time for me, you see."

"How so?"

Her voice suddenly got deeper. Mysterious. Yet, at the same time, the tone remained just as playful:

"Would you like me to tell you a secret, dear? But only between you and I."

"My lips are sealed."

Suddenly, he felt something warm and soft press against his back. Two very warm and very soft things, followed by her hands resting on his shoulders as she brought her lips to his ear:

"I used to deliver presents to all the good little boys and girls."

Her whisper sent a chill down his spine. A good kind of chill, the one that got both him and his member to immediately stand at attention. There was something special about her voice when it sounded like this that he could never get enough of.

"A-- All of them?"

"All of them, darling." Her accent did wonders to make her voice sound even more sultry.

"Guess I wasn't a good enough boy, then," he said, his tone both joking and wistful. "I would've loved you to visit me back then."

"Maybe I have," her whisper even quieter as it got closer to his ear, tingling something inside him. Her long fingers with glistening blue nails rubbed his chest as she leaned forward more, pressing her breasts even harder against his back. "You were always asleep during it, after all."

His hands gripped his thighs as his mind suddenly began racing, wondering how truthful she was being and conflicting with his desires in response to her flirting. He wasn't sure if he should at least try to hide the throbbing erection this gave him.

Suddenly, she let go off him as she went back, her voice back to being cheerful, yet just as sultry as it always was:

"Still, I much prefer All Hallows' Eve. So many lovely and different flavours and scents! And, I get to enjoy it a lot more since my schedule isn't as busy during it". As she kept on talking, he heard the sound of fabric sliding against her bare skin, completely distracting him with the earlier implications. Finally, she snapped him out of his fantasies as he heard her audibly thump her foot down, along with these magic words:

"Alright, sweetie. You can turn around now."

He resisted the urge to immediately do so, instead choosing to prolong the reveal just a little bit as he slowly turned around. His reward was Jane, in a bikini of red velvet, with matching thigh-high boots and elbow gloves, all of them adorned with a white fur trim. Completing her look was a fur-trimmed stocking hat with a pom-pom resting on one of her ears. The only piece of usual clothing that she kept was her signature plain black choker, one that she kept on even when all of her other clothes would long be strewn around the room.

"Well, how do I look, dear?"

He said nothing as he let his excited tail (and the growing tent in his pants) do the talking. Finally, after admiring her for long enough, he chose words he felt suited the situation best:

"Gorgeous. Beautiful. Sexy."

She giggled as the outstretched her arms towards him, inviting him into her embrace:

"Come here, then. And unwrap your present..."